The Luckiest Island

And one day, coming home to my island after a long day at work, I saw this.

I often go home in wonderment at the beauty of my island.

No matter what has happened during the day, it simply falls away, and there I am, looking at beauty. Breathing it in. Living in it.

This island is under my skin.

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